In what age, are you still a traditional witcher?

Chapter 107 New Technology: The Plastic Soul; Departure, Würzburg

research and development department.

That night.

Warm lights filled the cold laboratory.

An old voice came from the temporary podium, and an unkempt old man was in high spirits. His body was as straight as a pine tree under the effect of artificial bones.

"The living, the dead."

"Our latest newsletter [Lingzi] was inspired by this."

The old man spoke in a loud voice, stretched out his skinny fingers, and pointed on the virtual screen, quite excitedly said:
"Use a [receptor] as a communication bridge, and leave the coordinates of the [receptor] on the operator who goes out, while the body of the [receptor] stays in our R&D department."

"[Receptor] needs to sit on a special instrument."

Speaking of this, in front of all the operators and scientists who came to train and experience the new technology, the old man lifted a huge non-woven fabric next to it from the instrument.

"call out--"

With a twitching sound of cloth.

Everyone present showed a certain degree of surprise.

"Through this instrument, we can [stretch] the 'soul' of the [receptor] unlimitedly, and even, starting from the R&D department, the other end can reach the other side of the earth!"

"The soul of [Receptor] is the bridge of communication!"

The mad scientist laughs out loud!
His afro head trembled wildly, and in the direction of his fingers, an electric chair used to execute felons looked terrifying under the light of tm!
"This is the spirit subcommunication!"

"Damn it!"

Professor Bradley cursed.

"Isn't it nice?"

Minister Howard applauded with his bloated hands, and praised: "It fits my imagination of Professor Ackerman."

"Ackerman, you're doing great."

Professor Heisenberg smiled happily.

He hugged his chest, narrowed the wrinkles on his face, and said, "The living, the dead, you are worthy of finding out such an excellent communication technology from the way [soul goes to hell]."

electric chair.

It is the electric chair that executed a large number of prisoners.

Earlier, it had been put into use by a psychiatric hospital, meant to treat those insane mental illnesses.

It is conceivable that it has completed the glorious record of curing one and killing one. Therefore, the director of the mental hospital named it [The Coffin Encrusted with Resentment] and donated it to the prison.

As a matter of course, [coffins] electrify one to death, and the prison does not even need to adjust the current.

It seems that as long as one sits in the electric chair, fate has already been sentenced.

Professor Heisenberg turned his head, looked at the young people present, and said with a smile: "Let me explain."

"Humans, under normal circumstances, it is difficult for the soul to leave the body, let alone a [journey to hell]."

"but!"

Professor Heisenberg came to a turning point in a spirited manner.

"Some human beings have certain aptitudes—well, it's hard to explain. Just like me, the soul is extraordinarily powerful, so it has the prerequisites for the soul to be able to leave the body."

"Secondly, the soul needs an environment to leave the body. For example, something that can easily remind people of [going to hell]."

The young witcher turned his head and glanced at the electric chair.

He supported his forehead and asked, "Professor, have you ever been to hell?"

"I've been there."

Heisenberg didn't care about Ryan's interruption, and said with a smile: "In short, this electric chair can peel off a person's soul without damage. plasticity."

"The principle is that human babies, when they are not born, are soaked in amniotic fluid—" Ackerman muttered.

Ryan smiled awkwardly but politely.

You're a professor, and you're right.

"so."

Ryan swallowed: "In this mission, I will have a soul hanging on my body, just like the miner's safety rope when going down the mine?"

"The safety rope woven by the soul." Professor Ackerman nodded: "We will use the soul as a medium to communicate."

The professor excitedly said: "The [pass rate] of the human soul is extremely high, so high that we can't believe it. Therefore, not only communication, but also image transmission, uploading analysis data, etc."

"hell."

Lane sneered.

"It's hell."

The gray fog in Wuerzburg can absorb electromagnetic waves and devour visible light. Conventional communication technology cannot transmit signals at all.

However, Professor Ackerman's technique—

Signal?What signal?
Need a signal?
It's too empty.

Use the soul, which is illusory but real, to weave into a line, and the two ends are connected by means of [physical lines], and there is no signal shielding at all.

Because, this is some kind of "breakthrough" gray fog in the laws of physics.

It's like threading the bottom of two paper cups.

Both ends can "communicate".

Really retro and fresh technology.

Still hell!

"So, what else do you need?"

Ryan laughed twice and asked.

"Oh, as one of the ports, you don't need any conditions."

"The most difficult thing to solve with this technology is the [receptor], which is the soul that acts as a circuit."

"We're going to let him sit in the electric chair, then extract his soul, soak it in [amniotic fluid], and perform weaving operations."

Ackerman shrugged, and continued: "The rest is very simple, you hang up the soul, and we just hold the other end."

"What are the conditions for the choice of the soul?"

Ryan was a little curious.

"After all, it is the soul that acts as a circuit."

"It needs some innate plasticity, such as being easier to accept new things, and the learning ability is far beyond ordinary people."

"Genius." Ryan used concise words.

Professor Ackerman nodded and said: "It can be understood in this way."

"Because to link with you, it's best to have someone who doesn't hate you and who has a certain level of understanding—" Professor Ackerman added: "This is not necessary, but in order to ensure the stability of communication quality, we add On this condition."

"I think that this condition can be removed when it is more perfect and the technology is rolled out."

"Lay out?"

Lane is pretty gutsy, but somehow he's creepy.

"A line means a soul, so... spread out?"

He quickly interrupted his delusions and took a deep breath.

"Excuse me, how about security?"

Ryan soon realized a question, is the human soul fragile?
Perhaps, in the face of conventional physical means, the soul is not affected, but for abnormal creatures, even in the face of a more extraordinary existence——

Not to mention the soul that is stretched into a "thin thread", even a normal soul is an extremely fragile existence to Chaofan, right?
"I mean more than machines."

"And during the execution of the task, will the [Thin Thread] be in danger of breaking due to various factors."

Ryan asked seriously.

Professor Ackerman nodded slowly.

"of course."

Lane frowned.

"But not too serious."

"How to say?"

Ryan asked.

"One." Professor Ackerman cleared his throat and said, "I just said that the soul has plasticity."

"Therefore, even if it breaks, as long as you find the broken part, you can still put it back together."

Ryan frowned.

This is not good news.

Assembly?In case of loss, what should I do if I lose it?The extension of the thin line is too long, who can guarantee that there will be no accidents in the middle section due to force majeure?

Not to mention Würzburg, there must be danger there.

"Secondly."

Ryan was still thinking, and Professor Ackerman suddenly smiled.

"The degree of thinness of the filaments is beyond everyone's imagination. Even we only gave a very conservative data."

"This means that from here to the mission location, the souls needed may be only a small part."

"Therefore, even if all of them are lost, it won't have much impact on me."

"Huh? This"

Ryan was stunned.

Are these words really reassuring?Why does it feel more dangerous.

Does it mean something broken?
"The third and most important point."

Ackerman adjusted the virtual image and introduced a machine to Ryan.

"We found a way to back up our souls 30 years ago."

"Although there is no technology to restore the soul. Just ask the professor who developed this machine. His research is still going deep."

"Currently, the [receptor] required for this mission has been backed up."

"If something unexpected happens, it won't be death in the true sense, it will survive in the cloud in the form of digital life."

As he spoke, Ackerman glanced at Heisenberg quite cryptically.

"As long as it is not used as artificial intelligence, nothing will happen."

After listening to Datong's explanation, Ryan reluctantly accepted this.

"Well, those just now are just the imperfections of the technology, and the danger of spirit sub-communication has not been really solved."

"At present, we only have the method of [compensation] in our hands."

Ackerman's eyes flashed, and there was hope in his eyes: "I believe that one day, we will perfect this technology, including but not limited to finding better [receptors], improving safety, etc."

After listening, Ryan blinked.

If the soul can repair itself, wouldn't it be more suitable?
He turned his head slowly.

Look to the end of everyone.

All eyes followed him and looked back.

His gaze was like a sharp sword, and he stabbed fiercely at Raphael who was huddled in the corner!

"You guys, don't look at your teeth!"

Because of the horror of human beings, the black cat that chose to shrink in the corner and reduce its sense of existence was shocked.

"I can't! I can't!"

"Night elves, the saying that night elves have no soul! I refuse you to experiment on me!"

A pair of thoughtful eyes stayed on her, and the black cat was obviously furious.

"Of course not you."

Ryan said lightly.

Just now the professor said that the [receptor] has completed the backup work.

"I'm sorry, why can't it be you?"

"Perhaps, the [pass rate] of night elves is higher than that of humans."

Ryan grumbled.

"We are actively experimenting, and the tallest one is still human beings."

Ackerman looked at Heisenberg and scratched his head.

The boss of the church waved his hand lightly.

"You two are really not afraid of accidents!"

Bradley groaned and couldn't help complaining.

"call."

Lane shook his head.

He had already guessed who had died for the mission.

"How is Kate?"

"Her soul is doing her homework."

Ackerman shrugged and said, "I let everyone come over for training after I told her to finish the electricity."

"After this matter is over."

Ryan was a little helpless: "Shall I treat her to a meal?"

"Dear Demon Hunting Pioneer, each of our scientific researchers working in the R&D department has the awareness to dedicate himself to technology."

Ackerman looked calm.

He said: "If she is not more suitable, I will fight in person."

"Operator Winston, Kate Mevis, she volunteered."

Ryan was silent for a long time.

Finally nodded.

These technology madmen regard such an act of going to battle in person as an extremely lofty honor.
Heisenberg patted Ryan on the shoulder.

His hands are heavy and strong.

"How long will it take?"

Heisenberg asked.

"Less than three ten minutes."

Ackerman looked at the clock, and then said to Ryan: "Operator Winster, be mentally prepared—"

"In three and 10 minutes, we will hand Kate's soul into your hands."

"And you will set off immediately to Würzburg, Germany."

Professor Heisenberg clapped his hands, looked at the silent Ryan, and said, "Actively communicate, protect yourself, and protect Kate Mevis."

"I will."

Lane nodded.

Three 10 minutes passed quickly, and there were no obscure instructions for this technology, and according to Professor Ackerman, once connected, communication was maintained without interruption.

This means that Ryan will always maintain language contact in the church.

As for uploading images, data analysis.

After a simple hands-on experience, Ryan quickly understood how to operate.

"Boom!"

A dazzling snake-shaped lightning violently tore apart the pitch-black sky, and then, thunder rolled from the sky one after another, and the roaring wind wrapped in torrential rain, crazily hitting the sleeping ground.

Flying in countless bad weather, the extremely diligent "Pegasus" is only less than 10 minutes away from the destination.

It takes about eight hours to fly from New York to Germany.

The witcher would have set out at night.

Now, dawn is approaching, and the dark stillness of the sky is but the last tail.

inside the cabin.

Ryan raised his hand, the palm of his left palm was facing him, and there was an extra alloy bracelet on his left wrist.

This is the port.

An invisible rope is being held on the bracelet.

"With great power comes great responsibility, and with great responsibility, there are more mistakes, and with more mistakes, power is small, so with great power comes small power."

"Please choose true or false."

Ryan pointed at the bracelet and said.

"drop!"

A beep came from Ryan's earbuds.

Then, a few words floated across the contact lenses he was wearing.

"A pile of pleas! My sir!"

"amazing!"

Ryan couldn't help but admire.

"The soul woven into thin threads actually still has a certain degree of self-awareness!"

Ever since he found out that he could communicate with Kate, all the gloom in Ryan's heart was swept away.

"Operator Winster, we just used our powerful plasticity to change the shape of the soul, and it didn't affect Kate's IQ."

In Ryan's ear, a voice came.

It is a dispatch center formed by the Demon Hunt Agency and Professor Ackerman's research team.

At this moment, Professor Ackerman was carefully checking the signal, and responded casually.

　It's all made up

　　
　
(End of this chapter)